small poems & small plates
cold as icewarm as poached pearsfree as breathing on a summer dayall gone, the vows, the arching backs,the blacks and blues, singularly un -solemn nightsand on it hums, the desire
cold as ice
ReplyDeletewarm as poached pears
free as breathing on a summer day
all gone, the vows, the arching backs,
the blacks and blues, singularly un -solemn nights
and on it hums, the desire